The way, no matter how long or short it was, always looked like a train running along the canvas of a railway - a huge number of people, each of which, getting on this way, goes its own unique route, looks for itself or tries to escape from its essence , puts his dreams into practice or only dreams of their fulfillment, chooses, to flee from his fears or face them face to face; Everyone sooner or later gets out of the way, on which the train moves and ends its route.
Fear of death for centuries has spurred people to search for immortality, for the achievement of which was used a huge number of ways: the search for a philosopher's stone, the creation of the elixir of eternal life, the use of mercury and gold, blood transfusion, but all these machinations did not help people approach eternal life in the desired form .
The paradox is how the desire to live forever and the fear of death is combined with an incredible desire for it; as a desire to die in a deep old age, surrounded by family, neighbors with the desire to die young, certainly not later than thirty, otherwise everything: crazy acts, sleepless nights, walks in strange towns, insane drinking, poems written on the walls of foreign entrances and dedicated to those, who does not belong to you, life in the constant search for adrenaline, songs with a guitar in a small kitchen and conversations in the same kitchen until the morning, the creak of snow under boots, frozen noses and cheeks, drunken vulgar tears and kisses, girls and boys left in the village in the early morning - all this will lose all meaning.
The law of conservation of energy says that energy does not arise from nothing and does not disappear anywhere, but flows from one form to another, in the light of which the inevitability of death seems no more than the terrible old bike that adults tell to scare the little disobedient children .
One life appears and disappears for the sake of another life.
You receive life as a gift, but do not own it, and, therefore, you will have to return this gift so that someone else can get it. One day you will give someone your place in life, and then this one will leave, giving way to someone else, so that life will continue its fast running through time.
The energy that is freed from your death, rush into the vastness of the cosmos, where you can become part of something new, beautiful and much more than you - a new star, planet or even an entire galaxy.
This in its own gentle, slightly romantic and sentimental part of physics is very inspiring inveterate romantics that view the night sky, counting the fallen stars.
To be a part of something more and more significant than you, something beautiful and still unexplored - is this not real immortality?